Well, maybe not the outer space kind, but I’ll be damned if that’s not a rocket car! An audible giggle squeaks out from the excited 5-year-old in me. The fireflies continue blooming, revealing every sexy curve. She’s sitting down on the tracks, taunting me with wide hips and a soaring tailfin. Her finely sculpted nose points down the tunnel as if ready to pounce on some unsuspecting victim.

My fingers glide down the buttery smooth sides of the curvaceous navy blue ship. Masterfully sculpted vents blend seamlessly with the golden stripes running from tip to tail. Out back, there’s a chrome engine peeking out to hint at the vicious power underneath. Servo brings her to life by uttering a single word, “breathe.” There’s almost emotion in his automated voice this t...

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